by Carla Benser Aug 10, 2015
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
I lay in bed at night wondering what you look like. I wonder if you have blonde hair or even you're dad's green eyes. Sometimes I wonder if God would of let me take you're place so daddy could have his little girl to love and to raise. When I look up at the clouds, I am wondering if you're looking through one. I would give anything to hold you again. I sometimes wonder if you were here and I were to look in you're eyes would I see that I am you're hero. I would give anything to go back and try to change what happen. I was looking forward to watching you grow up. I would of loved to seen you're smile, hear you're laugh, watch crawl, seen you're first steps and hearing you're first word. I sometimes wonder if you were and I could see what you're future would hold by looking into you're eyes. When I close my eyes, I picture you and I playing, laughing, having fun and napping together. Even though I know it is just a dream at least I get to hold, love, kiss and hug you one last time. |